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Dangerous T H I R T Y - S I X
Four days.It had been four long, torturous days since Zoe had last heard from Jon. He’d called, late at night and almost incoherent. She’d been so frightened, so worried something had happened to him or was about to. He’d sworn he was okay, but the off kilter way he spoke, the emotion quivering his hoarse voice, had led her to believe otherwise. He promised he’d be with her soon but that they needed to lay low for a few days, to ensure everything had gone according to plan. Zoe had agreed, although she knew she wasn’t in a position to argue. Disconnecting the call, she had somehow felt worse than before she picked up the unknown number. The only small comfort it provided was knowing Jon was safe and that she would see him sooner, rather than later.Now, however, strew across her bed, half-enveloped in the sage sheets, the comfort had well and truly dissipated. The sun rose slowly, a golden inchworm crawling its way up into the powder blue skin, its rays stretching across the dew-ridd
Dangerous T H I R T Y - F I V E
Four drinks down and the nausea was abating with every sip of his smooth scotch, but as his pocket buzzed, the crushing weight of dread returned, weighing down wide shoulders. His hands fumbled to answer the phone. “Hey. No, I’m still here. I’ll head out now. Nah, that’s fine. Just don’t take too long, yeah?” Forcing a chuckle, he ended the call, shoving the phone deep into his pocket. His face, now ashen, turned to Booker. “She’s freshening up.”“Alright, kid, it’s show time. Try to bring some damn color back to yet face,” the old man paused, massaging Jon’s shoulders like a trainer would for a boxer. “She has to believe it, son. Remember that. This ain’t worth shit if she don’t believe it.”“It’s not her I’m worried about believing it,” Jon swallowed, hard. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you on the other side, Book.”Unable to stifle the laugh rumbling in his throat, Booker shook his head. “You’ve always had a flair for the dramatics, my boy. It’s not a funeral. Leave Harley’s men to me.
Dangerous T H I R T Y - F O U R
Stiff in the armchair, dark eyes watched Booker mosey across the less than crowded floor. He stood upright, knuckles cracking beneath his rough palms as he let out a sharp exhale, waiting for the old man to join him in the shadows. “You spoke to her?” he murmured. “She’s okay?”Booker released a drawn out wheeze, the exertion of his short trek evident. “She’s fine. Worried ‘bout ya, but fine. You’re a lucky man, my boy.”“You’re telling me,” Jon agreed, rubbing his weary face. “Can’t say the same thing for her though.” Narrowed eyes honed in on the brunette behind the bar, an agitated growl burbling in his throat, hatred roiling in his stomach. “Especially not after tonight.”“If you’re goin’a go through with this, kid, ya gotta wipe that look off yer face.”“I’m fucking trying,” Jon muttered, teeth clenching in his set jaw as Elizabeth glanced toward him, a smirk dancing on her over-lined lips. “Alright,” he sucked in a deep breath. “Let’s get this over with. Do you need me to go ove
Dangerous T H I R T Y - T H R E E
From inside his jacket pocket, Jon’s phone droned as he closed the door to the garage. Fumbling to grab it, he glanced at the time; 3pm. SubTerra had opened its doors for the night. Booker’s name flashed across the screen, Jon unlocking his car and sliding into the leather seat as he brought the phone to his ear. “What’s up?”“Brownie jus’ came in. Looks like she’s expectin’ someone. Got the girls up so high, she could lick the fuckin’ things.”The sip of coffee he’d just slurped almost sprayed from his mouth, a deep laugh rumbling in his sternum. The weight of the world might’ve been crushing his shoulders, but the old man’s turn of phrase caught him off guard.Booker continued wryly, “Good Lord, I don’t know how the hell she ain’t knockin’ her damn self out.”“Hopefully she doesn’t. That’d make the plan a bit more complicated.”Letting out a resigned wheeze, Booker sighed. “You’re not actually goin’ through with this, are ya? May as well hand over your girl on a silver platter, kid.
Dangerous T H I R T Y - T W O
The hinges of the office door creaked as it swung open, the shaggy-haired man startled by the unnerving grin plastered on the delicate features of the blonde before him. She sunk into the desk chair, resting her feet on the ash wood desk victoriously.“You seem… chipper,” he chuckled cautiously, tongue resting between crooked teeth. Her moods changed from angry to downright irate when he came to Jon Moretti – he couldn’t remembered the last time he’d seen her smile a real smile.“It worked,” she beamed, spreading her elbows behind her head as she leaned back into the chair. “The failed abduction worked.”“It also took out two of our guys. Markus is in hospital with a pretty serious head injury, Alexis.” Beady eyes dipped to the floor as anger flashed across her face. “I-I’m glad it worked though.”“If Markus,” she spat his name from behind curled lips, “had any common sense, he would’ve waited until Moretti was on the other side of the fucking car, not when she was on top of him. I ho
Dangerous T H I R T Y - O N E
The cab rumbled through the streets of Zoe’s childhood, simultaneously familiar and foreign, unchanged and changed. Resting her head against the cool window, Zoe caught a glimpse of the playground she and her siblings had frequented as kids. New equipment adorned the fresh soft fall, a new bloom of flowers encasing the perimeter, yet the same old memories lingered in the monkey bars where her brother had fallen and broken his arm, in the swing where Zoe had spent countless hours pushing her sister after losing Rock, Paper, Scissors, by the bench their mother had perched on, watching her children roam wild and free. Brighton Heights was Zoe’s home. It was where she’d grown up, slowly molding her into the woman she was today.But as the cab came to a halt outside of her childhood home, Zoe realized it wasn’t the home she’d remembered. The cobblestone pathway – trendy in her youth – was replaced with sleek, black pavers, a new porch added to the front of the house with plush deck chairs
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